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I sniffled. “I’m sorry, Sir. I understand I should have called.”

“You were wrapped up in yourself and didn’t think about the consequences your actions could have had.”

“Yes, Sir. I see that.”

He sighed. “I’m torn on what to do. I should cane you for going to a club without my permission. You know better. I understand that you didn’t know that woman was bringing you there. But let’s make one thing clear to start: You are not to interact with any Dom inside a club without getting my approval. You know this.”

I started trembling at the mention of a cane. I fucking hated those things when used for punishment. And he was right. I had known better.

“But you were nearly assaulted and I can’t find it within me to punish you corporally after such an incident.”

I waited for what seemed like hours. Based on past experiences, the tension between us wouldn’t go away until my actions had been dealt with. Our lives were governed by rules that were not followed by the world at large. They were there because it was what we needed. It didn’t mean they were always pleasant.

“Go stand and face the wall,” he finally said.

I swallowed a groan before he heard it. I hated standing against a wall. He’d had me do it only a handful of times before. But in looking over my options, I reminded myself it was better than the cane.

I rose to my feet before he could accuse me of stalling and walked to the back wall opposite his desk. It was possible he’d want to sit and observe me while I stood. On the way, I made certain not to look his way. He’d probably be standing with arms crossed, or wearing that cool, distant look. Probably both.

I stood an inch from the wall with my hands by my side. Too late, I realized the spot I’d picked was under an air vent blowing cool air. Or maybe he’d known I’d pick that spot and that’s why he chose to have me join him here instead of in the living room. Who could ever tell with him?

The cool air danced along my exposed back, instantly making my skin pebble with gooseflesh. I wouldn’t get too cold, but it certainly wouldn’t be comfortable.

“You are to stand as still as possible,” he said. “And because you’ll probably be tempted to think only about how cold you are, I want you to think about how I felt when you walked into our house with a strange man. Then I want you to imagine how scared I was when I realized the danger you’d been in.”

If I knew him at all, once he allowed me to move, he’d ask me to write down the thoughts I’d had while I stood. Anytime
before when I’d stood against a wall, he’d tell me how long he was going to have me stand.

“I haven’t decided how long you’ll be there,” he said as if reading my mind. “Time begins now,” he said.

At first it was difficult to think about anything other than the discomfort of the air temperature. But I focused on his warning and forced my mind to imagine his thoughts last night.

As I stood there, the image that kept coming to my mind was a picture of him arriving home with a strange woman after I knew he’d been out partying. The impact of that image gutted me. Just thinking about it, even knowing it was only make-believe, hurt. How in the world must he have felt last night not knowing what was going on?

Then I made myself explore the idea of how it would feel to know he was in danger and be unable do anything about it. The terror of knowing everything was fine would be only marginally lessened when the potential outcomes were considered. And those feelings would be only intensified with him. As a Dominant, it was part of who he was to be a protector.

Then, to add insult to injury, I’d been drunk. That was another circumstance that was completely within my control. No one forced me to drink; I’d made the choice to continue.

When I combined all those things together and looked at them objectively, I began to see outside of my perspective and understood his wrath and fear. And I hated the way my actions made him feel. One of my greatest joys was serving him: anticipating his needs and meeting them. Last night, even though it had not been my intention, I’d failed miserably. The problem was, I’d been distracted by the thrill of my new job and had let myself forget I was first and foremost his sub.

Just as I had that heart-wrenching thought, I felt the
surprising touch of his warm thumb wiping away tears I didn’t know were falling.

“Why the tears, my lovely?” he asked. His voice was gentler than before.

“I’ve realized how much pain I caused you last night.” I blinked away the wetness still gathering in the corners of my eyes. “And I know what I’ve imagined in no way comes close to what you actually felt, because you had to live it.”

He brushed the other cheek. “I would give up all I have to keep you safe.”

I nodded, unable to formulate words that could convey the true depth of just how sorry I was.

“Look at me,” he said, cupping my chin in the palm of his hand. When I met his eyes, he continued. “You’re going to write lines.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Two hundred times: ‘I will not drink irresponsibly and I will not go to a club without being in the presence of my Master.’”

I hated writing lines. It was humiliating because it made me feel like a ten-year-old. And the tediousness of it, the same one line two hundred times? But the reality was it sounded reasonable and he was really letting me off rather easy. The encounter I had must have really thrown him. “Yes, Sir.”

“I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you. Don’t do that again.”

“I won’t, Sir.” But I realized this didn’t feel right. I had really wronged him, and I needed to feel harsher consequences to be able to feel right with him again. “But, please, will you use the cane?”

His lips parted in surprise. “What?”

“I won’t feel like this is behind us if I just write lines. I
need
you to cane me. My offense was too serious for less.” Part of me was thinking I was certifiable to be begging for this, but deep
inside I knew only that would let me move past last night. And I thought he probably would feel the same if he could get past his fear and upset.

“You know you don’t have to do this?” he asked.

I nodded. “I want to. I need it.”

He studied me for a time before finally agreeing. “Three strokes of the cane.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“If I’m going to cane you, you’re to address me as Master.”

I smiled despite the somber situation. “Yes, Master.” I freely took his love and support and, at times like this, took his pain. I knew from experience when it came to pain, feeling the physical would ease the emotional.

“Underwear down to your ankles and hands against the wall.”

I slid my panties down, baring myself in offering to him. Filling my lungs deeply, I put my hands on either side of my head. He’d had me stand like this the previous time he’d punished me with a cane. Sensual scenes were done lying down.

“These will be hard and fast,” he warned. “Neither one of us will enjoy this.”

“Thank you, Master.” I was glad he would go fast; at least that way it’d be over sooner.

He didn’t reply, but took a step back. I braced myself, trying not to tense up even when I heard the thin reed whistle through the air. The first one landed on the fleshy part of my butt and I gasped at the bite it left. The second landed directly under it and I hadn’t caught my breath before the last and hardest fell under the second.

I choked back a sob.

“Hold position,” he said and I concentrated on not moving a muscle. His words were the only thing that could persuade me to do so. Without his command, I’d have reached behind me in
an attempt to ease some of the ache left by the cane. I’d learned, though, that just as his role was to enforce our rules, so it was his role to ensure we made our way back together afterward.

From behind me came the sound of movement, and within seconds he was at my side. His hands stroked leisurely, applying lotion across my skin. He didn’t say anything, but I felt his emotions in his touch. If taking pain from him eased my own, then accepting his tender massage allowed me to let everything go.

“Turn around,” he whispered.

Without hesitation, I turned. He put his hands on my shoulders and ran his hands down my sides. My body relaxed under his touch and he recognized the second it’d done so. His lips started at my cheek and inched their way down my neck. He cupped my breast and unclasped my bra. He bent low and eased my panties all the way down and off my legs.

“Come with me,” he said, holding out his hand. I took it and we walked to our bedroom. Once there, he had me climb into bed while he undressed.

He slipped his shirt over his head. “I need you.” His pants joined the shirt on the floor and he crawled up on the bed facing me. “I need to show you what you mean to me.”

He took me in his arms and our joining was sensual and slow. His fingertips danced along my body, touching me everywhere, claiming every part of me. I was content to simply let my hands roam over whatever part of him was close.

His lips were soft as he tasted my skin and I sighed against him. But even though he was gentle, there was no weakness to be found. Every caress, every brush of his flesh across mine whispered one truth.

You are mine.

And my own confessed in return.

Yes. Always.

*   *   *

L
ater that afternoon, I was in the middle of writing my lines at the desk we had in the bedroom when Nathaniel popped his head in.

“Meagan’s here to see you,” he said.

My stomach fell to my ankles. I knew we had to talk, but did it have to be so soon?

“You spoke to her this morning,” I said.

“Yes,” he stated. “She’s waiting in the living room.”

I put my writing down and followed him. Instead of sitting on the couch, we found her pacing in front of the window. She turned when we entered, but didn’t say anything. She looked horrible, her complexion paler than normal and her forehead creased with worry.

“I’m going to go for a walk,” Nathaniel said. “To give you two some privacy.”

She waited until the door closed behind him to speak. “Abby. I am so sorry.”

The easy thing would have been to tell her it was okay and that everything was fine, but it wasn’t okay and everything wasn’t fine.

“That was a rotten thing to do last night,” I told her. “I was in a place I didn’t know, drinking, and I had no idea where you were.”

“It was completely irresponsible of me and there’s no excuse for it.”

I crossed my arms. “At least tell me why.”

She waved toward the couches and we sat down. She on one side and I on the other. “I only planned to dance, honestly. I had no intention of playing last night. After we had danced a few songs, I went to the bathroom. When I came out, Master V said he’d told you that we were going to a private room. I should have
talked to you anyway. I should have. But it’d been . . .” She shook her head. “There’s no excuse. There’s not. And your husband was right to call me on it.”

My heart softened just a bit. Her voice shook and she certainly looked distraught.

“I can’t say I’m happy he called you,” I said. “But I understand why he did it.”

She didn’t speak for long seconds. Almost as if she was weighing what she’d say next. “Abby,” she finally said, “I totally understand if you don’t want anything to do with me, but please don’t let last night interfere with your work at the station. I’ll step aside and let someone else work with you.”

I sighed. I wasn’t sure if she was just saying that because she didn’t want to get in trouble or if she really cared. “I’ll be honest. I’m not happy with what happened last night, but I won’t let it affect my job. And I don’t want you to step aside, but it’s going to take some time for us to get back to where we were.”

For the first time since I’d seen her that day, she looked somewhat hopeful. “Thank you, Abby. I’ll make it up to you.”.

Chapter Seven

T
he next few weeks were crazy. Henry’s ear infection didn’t get any better, so no one was sleeping and I had to spend an entire day in New York taking him to a specialist. Nathaniel was trying to find someone to take over the running and management of his melanoma nonprofit and that required late nights in the city. One weekend, he actually had meetings on Saturday, so the kids, Apollo, and I stayed at the penthouse so we could spend time with him. Fortunately, Jeff had been able to get his security issues taken care of, so at least that was one less thing he had to worry about.

Evenings after the kids went to bed weren’t any better. I spent a lot of time online chatting with Meagan and working on my first few pieces. I had parts of about four potential blog postings and I stressed over them more than I should have. But the way I saw it, this was my introduction to a large number of people and I needed to write something that represented the best of me.

Three weeks after the incident, I’d just turned the computer off for the night when Nathaniel entered the library. He’d been swimming and his hair hadn’t dried yet, but he’d changed out of his swim trunks into his tan drawstring pants. After his laps in the pool, he must have been down to the wine cellar, because he had two wineglasses and a bottle of my favorite red.

“Finished?” he asked. He held out a glass and lifted an eyebrow. At my nod, he handed one to me and filled the glass.

“Thanks.” I took a sip. “Mmm, that’s good. Not quite finished, but I’m closer than I was.”

He tilted his head toward the couch and we sat down together. He twisted in his seat, facing me better. “I have a conference next month.”

“I remember you mentioning it. Innovations in Finance and Banking. Delaware, right?” It didn’t sound interesting to me, but they had invited Nathaniel to be one of the speakers.

“Yes, and I’d like for you to go with me.” He dropped his voice. “As my submissive.”

“How long did you say it was?” I asked, my brain already running through everything that would need to be taken care of: the kids, Apollo, and, now that I was working, what to do about the posts that would be due.

“A week.” He placed his wineglass on the table beside the couch. “And I want you to wear my collar the entire time.”

“A week?” I asked, confused. Where had that come from?

“Yes.”

“But I thought . . . Wouldn’t you . . . Shouldn’t we?” I had so many random thoughts and questions, I couldn’t focus on one long enough to voice it. Why did he want to play for a week? Why bring it up now?

“Let me reassure you, I have no interest in you being a twenty-four/seven submissive. But”—he shrugged—“the idea of you
wearing my collar for a week, out of town? It holds a certain appeal.”

Years ago, on our first visit to Paul and Christine’s, I’d mentioned to him I’d like to wear his collar for a week. He’d said then that while he wasn’t opposed to the idea, he felt our relationship was too new for that kind of extended play. Looking back, it had been the right decision. At that time, I hadn’t yet reached the point where I felt I could tell him
everything
.

Now, though, I had no such problem and he was better at communication, too.

“We never have gone for a week, have we?” I asked. He’d told me when I first brought it up that we’d revisit the idea of weeklong play once he believed our communication to be open enough.

“No, we haven’t. I’m bringing it up now because I think time away from our normal routine is exactly what we need.”

The idea of wearing his collar for a week still held an appeal for me, though it was in a general, vague sort of way. Knowing it could easily become a reality made my pulse quicken.

“I confess, I’m a little apprehensive about it.” I took a sip of my wine. “I’m concerned on how I’ll handle it. My knees are out of practice and I’m used to telling you exactly how I feel anytime I want.”

“Look, Abby, I have to be honest and ask, how’s not wearing my collar most of the time working out for you?” He traced my knee. “Because I have to confess, it’s not working that great for me. I can’t continue to push that side of me away.”

That’s what we had been doing, I realized. We’d been pushing those needs aside. Maybe not intentionally, but there was always so much to do and we both felt the children came first. But that was a dangerous path to walk, to never take care of our own needs.

And I allowed myself to admit, I missed wearing his collar. And the more I thought about it, the more and more wearing it for a week sounded good.

“I don’t want to push our needs aside all the time, either,” I said. “Let’s do it. I’ll wear your collar for a week in Delaware.”

*   *   *

I
spoke to Linda the next day and explained Nathaniel had a conference and wanted me to go with him.

“To be honest,” I told her, “I can’t remember the last time we went away. Just the two of us.”

“I understand, Abby. I remember vividly how crazy and tiring it is with little ones.”

I loved Linda. Though no one could ever replace my mother, Linda always treated me as if I was one of her own. “Do you think you can keep the kids while we’re in Delaware?”

“It won’t be a problem. Matter of fact, if you like, I can just stay at your estate. That way it’ll be easier on them and Apollo,” Linda said, proving again I had the world’s best in-laws.

Note to self: Make sure Nathaniel locks the playroom and hides the key.
“That would be wonderful. Thank you.”

“It’ll be a joy to keep them. Though I always thought your first trip away together after Henry’s birth would be to your chalet. Not Delaware.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help but smile at the mention of the wedding present Nathaniel had given me. We hadn’t been to our honeymoon chalet in Switzerland since Henry was born. I wasn’t quite ready for my children to be in a country different from the one I was in.

“We do need to visit there,” I said, looking out the window. Maybe in the fall we could take a long weekend and go. We hadn’t traveled much since Henry had been born.

“Either way, just know I’m here if you need me.”

I thanked her again and we said our good-byes and hung up. I couldn’t wait to tell Nathaniel everything was taken care of. My body shook with anticipation at the thought of wearing his collar for such a long time.

Just the time we’d recently had together had been incredible; my body might not be able to physically handle the pleasure he’d have planned for a week.

“That’s certainly an interesting expression on your face.” Nathaniel’s voice brought me back to the present and I spun around to greet him. He’d told me he’d be leaving the office and city early today, because we had a birthday party later in the afternoon for Maddox, Todd and Elaina’s son.

He walked toward me with a sultry grin and kissed me softly. “Anything in particular you were thinking about?”

“I was thinking about how I was looking forward to wearing your collar for a week.” My knees weakened at the lustful look in his eyes following my statement. I picked imaginary lint off his shirt. “Especially since Linda just agreed to watch the kids while we’re at your conference.”

“You asked her?”

“Mmm.” I nodded. “The more I thought about going with you, the more I liked the sound of it, so I figured why not go ahead and do something about it?”

He groaned. “Normally, I’d tell you to leave the details like that to me, but right now I’m just excited that you’re interested in it.”

I rose to my toes and whispered, “That’s not all I was thinking.”

“Don’t let me stop you from telling.”

I dropped my hands to his waistband and ran my fingers along the smooth leather of his belt. “I was also thinking how I obviously never earned this the weekend Simon and Lynne came over. I hope I do better in Delaware.”

He groaned and glanced around the living room. “Where are the kids?”

“Nap.”

“At the same time?”

I understood his surprise; it didn’t happen very often. I leaned in close and ran my tongue along his ear. “I’m that good.”

His hold on my hips tightened. “Fuck, Abby. How long?”

“They should be down for another twenty minutes.”

“Excellent, but twenty minutes isn’t enough time for me to properly work you over with the belt.” He rocked his hips against me. “Are you pouting? How about I put that pouty mouth to better use. I want to feel it around my cock. Do it and I’ll reward you now and seriously consider bringing a belt to Delaware.”

“What if—”

He held a finger to my lips. “Stop talking and get on your knees. Right now the only thing you need to be thinking about is my cock and how it belongs in your mouth.”

I dropped to the floor and hurriedly shed him of his pants and boxers. Usually, I’d tease him by running my tongue around his length, but I wanted to keep him guessing, so I engulfed him all at once. He hit the back of my throat and I relaxed and took him all the way in.

“Fuck!” He grabbed fistfuls of my hair.

I started bobbing on him, sucking as he withdrew and then allowing him access to go as deep as he wanted. I alternated short shallow moves with long ones because I knew it’d drive him crazy. His breathing came in pants and I smiled around his cock, knowing he couldn’t hold out much longer.

With a yell, he pulled out and dragged me to my feet.

He’d never done that before. Had I done something wrong? “What?”

He pushed me backward until I hit the living room wall. “What’s the only thing you’re to be thinking about?”

My knees wobbled and my arousal increased exponentially. Damn, I loved it when he was rough. “Your cock.”

“Right.” He took a step back and fisted his erection. “And right now it wants to fuck your pussy. Undress from the waist down. Quickly.”

My fingers trembled as I hurried to unbutton my pants. I gave a shake of my leg to remove them completely and stumbled. Nathaniel’s sure hands caught me and held me steady.

“Careful now. A trip to the ER wasn’t how I saw this ending.”

I shook my head. “It’s okay. I’m good now.”

“Oh, Abby.” He pushed me against the wall and hooked my right leg around his waist. “You’re more than good.” He slowly pressed his cock inside me. “You’re fucking fantastic.”

“Just wait until Delaware,” I teased. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

“No, my lovely.” He pushed his hips and moved so deep within me I clawed at his back. “
You
haven’t seen anything yet.”

I decided to push him a bit. After all, I didn’t want to become predictable. “Really? You have new moves or are you going to be using the same ones you always do?”

“Are you seriously questioning my moves?” He rotated his pelvis against me and I moaned at the sensation of how he felt inside me. “I think you are. You want me to show you moves?”

“I just questioned if you had any new ones, Sir. A verbal reply is fine—you don’t have to show me.”

“Like hell.” He pulled out of me and spun me to face the wall. Grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head, he growled out, “Keep them here. Move an inch and I redden your ass and not in the way you enjoy. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” My heart pounded wildly.
Fuck.
I loved it when he took control of me like that. He roughly kicked my feet apart, so I had to bend at the waist.

He pressed against me, his cock teasing my entrance. The clock in the hallway chimed. Nap time was almost over.

“The kids will be up soon,” I warned.

“They’ll be fine. I’m so hard, this won’t take long.”

With that, he pushed into me and thrust so deep, I had to bite the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t cry out. His hands came over mine as he withdrew and entered again.

“Love fucking you against a wall,” he panted. “I get so deep. You feel so good.”

He could keep it up for hours, too, while keeping me on the edge. It wasn’t impossible for me to come without it, but by holding my hands against the wall, there was no way for me to touch my clit.

I wiggled my hips, but his only response was to thrust harder. He rocked against me, pushing my lower body forward. I whimpered. I was so close, but unable to reach it without my hands.

“Please,” I begged.

“I know what you want,” he said. “I’m just not ready to give it to you yet. Enjoying this too much.”

“I need,” I panted.

“You don’t need. You want.” He picked up his pace. “There’s a difference.”

“So close.”

“I know.” He went faster and harder. “I know.”

I kept quiet then. Sometimes begging worked. This wasn’t one of those times. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the feel of him, the strength, the drive, and the power. If he just touched me, I’d come so fast. But his hands remained where they were.

His hips shifted and he hit a different spot within me, making my eyes widen in surprise. “Oh my God!”

“Come,” he said with a hint of smugness.

Though it happened for me so rarely I thought it nearly impossible, with one more thrust inside me he made me come simply by being inside me. I shuddered around him, my climax sending tremors through my body.

“Shit,” I managed to mumble. “How’d you do that?”

He didn’t say anything, but stiffened behind me as he reached his own release. He was still breathing heavy when he withdrew and pressed a kiss to my back. “Just wanted to show you my moves.”

“I’m thinking about calling Linda back,” I said.

“Oh?” He took my hands and I stood up.

“I may not survive a week in your collar.”

*   *   *

“I
ncoming!” Jackson picked up one of his three-year-old twin sons and flew him like an airplane around the living room. The child he held airborne was either Levi or Luis. From my angle on the couch it was difficult to see the tiny birthmark above Levi’s eyebrow that made it possible to differentiate the two identical twins.

Felicia sat on the couch across from me. Her feet were propped on a stool and she rubbed her pregnant belly. “I’d tell him to watch out because he’ll break something, but he won’t listen to me when the boys want to play airplane.”

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